In the dark underground, Roy stayed remarkably close to Master Abraham, and short light sabers were attached to both their hind arms.
The light sabers were bright enough to illuminate the entire surrounding area, but at the same time, weren't too harsh on their peripheral vision.
Here was no different than above ground in terms of the abandoned and dilapidated scenery, as there was hardly any human presence.
Roy perceived an exceedingly awful smell that made him contort his face into a heavy frown. It was the smell of animal faeces, and more.
Master Abe suddenly paused, stretched out his arm, and made a cut on his wrist. He made sure a few droplets of blood dropped on the railway tracks as they peered forward.
'He's trying to attract them…' Roy observed carefully, as it was well-known that abysshounds loved the scent of fresh blood and couldn't resist; with human blood being their favourite.
